There’s no pain greater than seeing the one you love happy with someone else
It’s nothing less that forty four stabs in the heart while sitting in an electric chair at the bottom of the ocean all alone after tumbling off cloud 9.It’s a bad religion to be in love with someone who doesn’t love you.

It started out a familiar friday. I woke up just the same as the last fortnight of fortnights. 6 am I get out of bed. 6:15 I work out. 6:45 I shower. 7 I eat breakfast and watch the news. 7:30 I walk to the garage and hop in my car. By exactly 8 am I’m at my desk at work. This is where everything changed and friday ceased being so familiar. Anger has been welling within me for long enough. Today, there will be a reckoning.

We were lying there in the grass in silence watching the clouds go by. Imagining prominent figures arranged with dust and droplets of water. Then in a split second, as if all the planets suddenly aligned, a cloud drifted across the sun revealing its rays of fire. Then I looked at you in the brightness with my pupils completely dilated and I saw you. For the first time I really saw you. The true you, in the purest form. My heart stopped and all sound faded away and I basked in your glory for only half a second and just as fast, the planets spread out and the breeze swept a cloud back over the sun and I closed my eyes to hold on to this feeling just a second longer. And it was then. At that last moment, that I knew that I was in love with you.